Painting the Stairway and Updating Electrical & HVAC

The stairway at Berrybrier has gone through some pretty dramatic changes in the last year. When I first bought the house, this area was dark lit by only a single bulb on a pull chain at the top of the stairs and a small square window squeezed in at the bottom of the stair. That little window had never even been trimmed out and a screen sat next to it waiting to be installed. The stair railing was almost black covered in god knows what and the light fixture wasn’t centered on anything.

At the top of the stairs was a small crawl door to the eaves of the house which were used primarily for storage. A small trimmed out box in front of the crawl space door contained the ducting which provided heating to both bedrooms.

That hidden crawl space was painfully hot in the summer and cold in the winter. The low height (only 54″H on the taller side of the space) meant you were crouching or crawling when in there and never really comfortable. There were plywood panels over the ceiling joists (there used to be more, but the roofers removed them when they put on the dormer for some reason) which provided the floor space. There was also junk from the former owners randomly scattered throughout the space. And yes, those of you with eagle eyes have spotted that my floor joists are only 2x6s. It’s one of those things that just might be getting in the way of my future bathtub.

When I first toured the house before buying it I knew this space between the two bedrooms was very valuable. The house was screaming for a dormer addition that could hold a medium sized bathroom. This would not only add a ton of value to the house, but also provide endless convenience to those two upstairs bedrooms. People sleeping upstairs would no longer have to creep downstairs at night to use the bathroom or get a glass of water; they’d have access to it just a few feet away! This would also help ensure everyone always had access to a toilet in the house and no more fighting over who got first shower! I have big dreams, you guys!

Building a Dormer Addition

One of the first tasks when I moved into Berrybrier was a big one I hired out: installing a new roof. Berrybrier needed new sheathing and new shingles desperately! When I was working with the contractor on that project he was just as excited about building a dormer as I was!

I put together drawings at work showing the addition and got my permit at one of Portland super handy Homeowner’s Nights at the planning office. I had never done exterior elevations and structural plans before so it was a bit of a challenge but the staff at the planning office were super friendly and helpful. I went one evening for a consultation before returning the next Homeowners Night to apply for the actual permit. That first time I sat with an engineer for an hour reviewing my plans and discussing how to make things work for my house and my future goals. Although I applied for the permit use of the dormer as an unfinished storage space, all the planners immediately knew there’d be a bathroom in this space after glancing at the plans!

Once the permit had been granted, my roofer got straight to work and before I knew it the dormer was built and once the house was painted a cute coral color, it was like the dormer had been part of the exterior all along.

I do just really love my pink house.

Updating Electrical & Adding A Remote Switch

When my electricians came to rework the electrical at my house they installed one of the best changes to the stairwell: light switches!

I also had them center the light fixture box in here so it looked more normal in the new space at the top of the stairs. It was a bit of a journey to get there as they accidentally put the box in a random location and had to come back and put another hole in my ceiling. Which meant I now had two holes to patch in my ceiling. Oh joy!

Now there was a light fixture at the top of the stairs and a light switch at the bottom. The one at the bottom of the stairs is a remote switch which saved the hassle of opening up the walls to wire a three way switch and works in exactly the same way. It’s super convenient now!

Painting the Stairwell

The walls at the top of the stairs had been newly built to a higher proportion to allow a full height door into the new dormer. The texture on the rest of the walls of the stairwell was impossible to match. I patched the places I could, tried mixing sand with my paint, but there really wasn’t a great solution here. Long term, I’ll probably have this whole space professionally skimcoated to a flat finish like is used throughout the rest of the house, but for now this is kinda as good as it gets.

In February 2018 things were getting busy around here as I finished up the bathroom and began working on the kitchen floors. My Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Mike came to visit Portland and asked if there was anything they could do to help around Berrybrier. Ummm free and willing labor? Yes, please!!

Bronwyn picked up some paint and we set them up with all the tools to paint the upper back bedroom and stairwell. I headed to work and when I came home that evening they were putting the final touches on the second coat of paint! I selected Benjamin Moore’s Brushed Aluminum 1485 for the walls after much debate. You can see the colors sampled all over the walls in the floor refinishing post from a couple weeks ago! Brushed Aluminum was the color in the middle. The top option was too grey and the bottom too dark.

I wanted a light taupey color that wasn’t grey or beige or greige! I swatched three colors before landing here. I love the color in the stairwell now since it hits the perfect hue I was hoping for!

Once my Aunt and Uncle finished painting the walls it was up to me to paint the stair risers and trimwork. They kindly had prepped the trim for me, priming everything with my favorite no-VOC primer. The risers were easy. I knew I wanted them to be black and picked up a can of Benjamin Moore’s blackest true black which is called “Black” HC-190. I was planning on painting my kitchen cabinets the same color, so I splurged on the gallon rather than going for the smaller quart.

I started at the top of the stairs and worked my way down, painting each riser as I went. It was a quick and efficient process.

They were heavily textured risers from layers of old paint. I kinda love the look of it. It speaks to the history of the home? It’s like that glimpse of green I see near some of the upstairs baseboards that lets me know the floors were once all painted a dark minty-green: just a hint of the past!

The risers took just two quick coats and were finished quickly in an evening. The risers may have have been quick, but oh boy, did it take me forever to decide on a trim color.

The stairwell was kind of like a test room for the whole house. It was one of the first areas to be painted and those colors were going to wrap into the kitchen, living room, and possibly the dining room too. Which meant some decisions were easy and some exhaustingly difficult. Now I could have just painted the trim white and called it a day. But I didn’t want to do that. See white trim is great for other people, but I’m just not a white trim person. Subtle colored trim? Yes? Bold trim? Yes!! I’m also a designer which means I like to take risks and push things further than many people might feel comfortable doing. There is, however, something completely different about working on your own house rather than someone else’s. At work, it takes me all of 30 minutes to pick a whole house worth of paints for a client. I might have a contractor sample two colors in one or two spaces and then pick the better one in a 5 minute discussion.

BUT OH MY GOD I FINALLY UNDERSTAND PEOPLE!! The indecision is REAL. It took me MONTHS of pulling colors, searching paints, staring at swatches, debating color options, etc etc etc, before I could finally just pick the color. I swatched two light green colors on the trim to see how they’d look with the wall paint. The bottom one was too light, but the top one was maybe, okay?

And in the end, it wasn’t even me who picked the trim color. I didn’t go for any of the colors I swatched. My friend and co-worker Kalie – who was my champion throughout much of this renovation journey, cheering me on, settling my internal debates, reassuring me that I was going to survive, and listening to my endless chatter on all things house related – suggested I use the same dark green paint color from my bathroom for the trim throughout the rest of the house. Hmmmm…. now that idea had traction.

I adore the green paint color in the bathroom off the kitchen. It’s just absolutely perfect and the right amount of saturated with just a hint of grey undertone enough to make it feel sophisticated, but not safe or boring. It’s Benjamin Moore’s Forest Floor 1498. It would look amazing on the v-groove paneled wainscot I was planning for the kitchen and it would definitely be a statement.

I decided to go for it and set about one evening painting the trim in stairwell. It went surprisingly well until half way through the first coat I reached down to the paint can to re-wet my brush and my phone tumbled out of my pocket, yanking out my headphones from my ears, and landing in the wet can of paint! Ahhhh!!!! I watched in shock for a few seconds as my phone slowly sank into the paint, before my brain turned back on and I quickly dove my arm into the can of paint and pulled out my phone, now covered in a thick coat of green!

The only thing I could do was wipe off the paint with my paint brush. Benjamin Moore paint is THICK! When that was done I was able to get a damp rag and clean off the rest of the paint. I put some paper towel over my charger and stick it in and removed it a few times and the phone is still working fine today, so whew! Though paint definitely clogged up my speakers, so those are very muffled now.

Back to painting the hallway though. Two nights of work and and it was complete! Or… as complete as a stairwell that’s missing a door and needs some other work done can be! But hey, a million times better than the original look is still a million times better. Right? Yes! Logic. I mean, the cats certainly were in to it.

I love how the light pours in from the new window in the dormer to light the upper landing! The taupe tones of Brushed Aluminum really help to bounce the light around too.

You can see above that there are still some… less that beautiful things that need some attention though: the ducting.

Rerouting the HVAC

It wasn’t just paint that needed to be worked on up here either. Remember that box that was on the wall by the old crawl space door before the dormer was added? Well it contained the ducting for the space. Just a MINOR detail neither I or our contractor bothered to think about before demo.

Well it had to be changed for obvious reasons. Bronwyn was in the front bedroom and still needed a heat source and I wanted to be able to walk into my future upstairs bathroom without tripping over ducting and falling on my face. I pulled an HVAC permit online and got ready.

To prepare for a project like this (one where I have absolutely no idea what I’m actually doing) I followed a series of important steps. Step One: spend a vast amount of time sitting on the floor of the Home Depot ducting aisle and googling videos of HVAC work and diagrams of ducting. It’s a great use of data. Not! Step Two is to buy supplies to complete the ducting in two different ways in two different sizes of duct diameter. Step Three: repeat steps one and two until you’ve spent countless hours and at least $500 on supplies at Home Depot. Step Four: stare at the problem for a least 20 minutes. If you don’t blink first, your project will resolve itself, right? Step Five: go next door and find your neighbor, make them weigh in on the best way to about fixing your ducting issue. Step Six: ignore your neighbor’s advice, what do contractor’s know anyways? Step Seven: procrastinate. Step Eight: suck it up and try something.

Once I finally completed step eight, I put on my big girl panties and demoed the T, leaving just the duct coming up vertically from the floor.

I needed to connect the ducting that came up in the wall between my first floor bedroom and my closet to the front bedroom vent and then to connect the duct coming out of the second level floor to the back bedroom vent. The roofers / dormer builders had cut a hole at the top of the wall of my closet to allow access to the vent I needed to connect over to the front bedroom and it looked great. Just kidding! It looked terrrrrrible. Here is a very close up picture I took lying upside down in the closet hanging out like a crazy person half balanced on ladder.

I then used this 12 foot of insulated 4″ flexible ducting to connect the ducting in the the wall of my closet on the floor below, span over the width of the closet underneath the ceiling, and come up through a hole between the ceiling joists to connect in the wall to the vent of the front bedroom.

Ya’ll, I used so much ducting tape, it’s not even funny. And I stapled things and caulked and I realllly hope it was effective.

I then used a couple of these 6″ duct elbows to connect the duct that was coming out of the floor already to the back bedroom. I secured evvverything with a butt-ton of silver foil ducting tape and then went and returned about $450 worth of HVAC ducting to Home Depot from the 49 trips I made in a desperation.

It all worked out in the end, but I still need to get around to patching the baseboards and covering up the rest of it. For now, at least this is providing heat though!

And now…

that’s where things stand today! Not completely done, but not completely a mess either. There’s still a ton on my list for this space though:

  • Add a stair railing back in
  • Find an awesome vintage wood door with three raised panels below a half-lite. Paint and install said door.
  • Trim out door.
  • Build-in small linen cabinet / bookshelf in space to right of door over ducting.
  • Figure out transition to bathroom (see steps above) and patch-in flooring.

Once that’s all done, the space will be complete! Well, until I do a true gut reno on the kitchen and open the stairs up to it, at least. For now, though, this half completed space is working out pretty well and has been doing just fine for the last year!

I love this transformation so much. It’s one of those things that got done before so many of the other big things around the house and really set the tone for the whole design. This little stairwell guinea pig really did me right!

I just can’t believe this dormer wasn’t always here, either. It just feels right. And thank god, because at this stage of the renovation so many things were not feeling this way! That dormer is a mess, so excuse the insanity and just imagine black subway tile wainscoting and moody merlot paint, okay?

One thing I’m stuck on is art for this space! What am I supposed to put on the walls?

I almost never go upstairs so I don’t want it to be too personal, but also don’t want to leave it blank! Give me some ideas in the comments below!

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Installing a Vintage Medicine Cabinet

I grew up in the same house almost my entire life. It’s the only house I ever remember living in. My parents bought it when I was one and a half and they still live in that house today. I had a bedroom in the center of the house with no outside windows except for a skylight, which sounds a lot drearier than it was in reality. My room was always light and bright and I never had to close the curtains to change. My room was right next to the bathroom which had been redone in the 1950s. It was all green and black tile with floral wallpaper and an old sink. There was even some neon orange accent tile that some previous owner then painted black, but by the time I was in middle school the black paint was chipping in a few places exposing the orange. There was this great vintage mirrored medicine cabinet in that bathroom. It may have been original to the house. It had a lovely arched top and two hinged, adjustable wings which was just perfect for checking out your hair before the middle school dance. I loved that medicine cabinet! It was so great for looking at your hair from all the angles, because it had two hinged, mirrored sides.

When I went away to college, my parents decided to renovate that bathroom in the middle of my junior year. It was going to be a gut renovation and they were transforming the space to look far more aligned with their Spanish Mission style home. They removed the mirror and all the old tile and the old sink and gutted the entire space. The bathroom is a lot different now. There’s a skylight that lets in tons of natural light and it’s got lovely new Mexican accent tiles that work really well with the house. There’s also a giant tub which is awesome for those of us who enjoy laying in scalding hot water for long periods of time.

After they renovated, I didn’t really think about the old bathroom again. Well as I headed home after Christmas 2017, my dad ran out to the garage to get something I “might want” and came back with the medicine cabinet from the old bathroom! He’d saved it in his garage for several years since the renovation and wondered if I wanted it for my new bathroom. Yes! Yes, I did! The medicine cabinet was made of wood and while it was in good shape, all the paint was flaking horrendously. I was able to peel it off in big sections, easier than you would an orange.

Anything that could fill that gaping hole above my sink was going to be a vast improvement and this was just icing on the cake. I just couldn’t wait to have a place to store my toothbrush and see my face when I washed it! Plus I really needed a good excuse to finally put away that hammer.

When I got back to Portland, I took the mirror and gave it a good long sanding to get off all the old flakey paint. I wore a mask and sanded outside just in case there was lead paint, even though the first couple of layers did not test positive for level. I wiped everything down before bringing it back inside… and then I left it on the floor of the kitchen for a few weeks.

It became Malary’s pearching place for a little while during the finishing touches of the rest of the renovation actually!

But eventually I taped off the mirrored bits one night and set about priming it with some of the dark tinted water lock paint I had left over from priming the bathroom. There wasn’t much of the wood you’d see from the front of the cabinet, just the pair of strips between the main panel and each side panel. But the backs of each side panel and the whole inside of the cabinet definitely needed a couple of thick coats of paint to refresh everything and provide a nice clean surface for all my toiletries.

A coat of the primer went on quickly and I followed it with two coats of the black paint I’d bought to use on my kitchen cabinets. Painting went quickly, since there wasn’t much surface to cover, but it was a bit difficult to get in all the areas rotating the sides back and forth as I went. I followed the paint with a layer of Safecoat Aqualac to make it a bit more durable and to provide a more wipeable surface. on the interior.

It only took an hour here and there across a couple of days before the whole thing was done and it just needed a couple of screws to hold it on to the studs in the wall cavity to secure it properly. I used my impact driver which I am obsessed with. I then caulked around it and touched that up with wall paint to blend things together. Now that bathroom was really looking like a legit space. Nothing like filling in a giant hole in your wall to make something feel more complete!

And I really do love having this piece of my childhood in my new bathroom. I had wanted to use a vintage mirrored medicine cabinet in the space from the start and this one was just perfect! Possibly more perfect than anything else I could have ever found, honestly. I really did luck out with this piece! I love the rounded detailing of the top of the cabinet and the little etched flowers. Plus the tilting sides are perfect for getting ALL THE ANGLES of your face.

I think the cabinet adds just another little layer of history to this bathroom, making it feel more like an authentic space in the house. And that’s the whole goal right? Return the original character to my house. My parent’s place was built in the 1930s, which is probably when my house was renovated to include an indoor bathroom (it’s highly unlikely that it was built with indoor plumbing when construction was completed in 1909), so the era of the mirror feels spot on!

I’ve begun to play around with the bathroom art and I found this storage shelf on Wayfair that squeezes perfectly into the corner of the bathroom and provides some desperately needed storage in this small space. Of course, I’d ideally fill it with ALL THE PLANTS. I’ll show you a styled out version of the space when I’m close to the reveal!

The bathroom has come a loooong way from the disasterland that was here before and for that I am so grateful. It had taken 3 months to get to this point and I could almost taste the finish line, but there was still more to go! I hunted far and long for the perfect shower curtain before I finally found this one which is actually a tapestry I am planning to convert to a shower curtain that extends to the ceiling. It just means a battle with my sewing machine so I’m procrastinating that… still. In the meantime, my old shower curtain does the job just fine.

The medicine cabinet is a little change in terms of the overall vibe of this room coming together, but I am just so dang excited to check it off the list. It’s so much more functional, it’s a piece of my childhood and it’s got the perfect vintage flair that makes this bathroom look old.

Do you ever incorporate old pieces into new renovations to stick with the character of the home? Do you like that bit of history it adds to the space or what would you do? Let me know in the comments below!

Sliding Around on the Newly DIY Refinished Kitchen Floors

THE FLOORS ARE REFINISHED!! THE FLOORS ARE REFINISHED!!!! FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE PURCHASING THE HOUSE IN AUGUST 2017 I CAN WALK AROUND THE ENTIRE HOUSE WITHOUT WEARING SHOES!

To say I am excited is an understatement. I am ecstatic! I am overthemoon. I am a proud mother with a new born floor and this baby has been long anticipated. Remember back in September 2017 when I ripped off the two layers of vinyl on the kitchen floors and thought refinishing the floors would take a couple weekends? Bahahahahaha. Boy, I am an idiot sometimes. Because, in realityland it took about ten thousand weekends to finish these floors. So I finished in March 2018 about 6 months after I started. At least I never lose my enthusiasm, because this house really whips my butt sometimes. I’d show you the welts, but, well… better not. Remember when I moved in and the kitchen looked like this?

The floors were gross old sheet vinyl and in TERRIBLE shape. No amount of cleaning was going to fix this mess. So I spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME removing all that disgustingness to get ready to refinish the floors.

Anyways, after I finally got about 90% of the tar based (non-asbestos!) adhesive off the floors, it was time to work on the bathroom. Since having a place to bathe is basically essential for living a normal & accepted lifestyle, the bathroom was the priority. As I finally finished the installing the necessary plumbing fixtures in the bathroom it was time to turn my attention back to the floors. But before I could finish the floors… there was prep work. Grr… no one likes prep work!

The kitchen had been used as a storage / staging ground for the bathroom renovation and looked absolutely horrendous. My Aunt Steph snapped this shot when she came to visit in early February 2018 and helped to clean the space up. Yes, this is the kitchen I’d been using for the last five months in it’s most “clean” state. Yes, I realize that’s insane. But, hey, at least the bathtub wasn’t in there any more. Progress right?!

My kitchen is weirdly sectioned into two spaces: the main kitchen in the main house and the back part of the kitchen which is in what I assumed was originally a porch when the house was build in 1909. Well, after taking a closer look at the walls in the space I realized the back portion of the room was in really, really rough shape. Far worse than the main part of the kitchen and a couple coats of paint wasn’t going to hide it. So, I decided to just demo that area back down to the studs and throw some drywall up before refinishing the floors. Bronwyn and I went to work pulling off the homosote (a drywall precursor) and exposed some unexpected results…

Demo is easy, but messy and we suited up with masks, goggles, and gloves. You can easily use a couple of mini crowbars and hammers to remove most of the homosote (or lathe and plaster, or drywall!). Once we pulled off that first layer we found a whole bunch of things. First, I was really not expecting to find siding AND lathe and plaster behind those homosote panels!

Second, apparently there used to be another window in here! It had been boarded up and hidden underneath the lathe and plaster and the siding had been patched on the outside of the house, so it hadn’t been obvious from either side. The kitchen is pretty dark in general though so a window west facing like this one could have let in a ton of extra light. I was tempted to see if it would be possible to restore it… but that would have been a whole ton of extra work and would have taken up valuable wallspace.

We paused and I debated just stopping demo here, I could still drywall over this mess. But seriously, what was going on here? What clues did this provide to explain the history of the house? A whole lot it turned out.

The bathroom door was probably not originally located here. It may have been off the master bedroom actually and maybe used as a sleeping porch? Or… I’m not sure what the use of the room was, but it was clear that there was an exterior wall separating this section of the kitchen from the current bathroom at one point in time. See the corner where the bathroom pink insulation meets the perpendicular wall of horizontal V-groove siding? There about an inch and a half of exterior siding that matches the rest of my house, sawed off roughly. It’s that slightly lighter / yellower color. Maybe the exterior of the house was light yellow at first?

Over here under the windows was another big clue. The horizontal V-groove siding is on the left. Then there a vertical plank of wood with that red mark on top and to the right of that, lathe and plaster. Look closely at the red topped vertical board, just to the left of it, there’s more exterior siding that matches my house, again cut off. This implies that the space where my current exterior door is was “outdoor space” sandwiched at one point between two exterior walls. The floors alluded to a couple more clues here too. Very difficult to see in this unsanded state but, in front of the lather and plaster, the original wood floor planks were continuous from the main part of the kitchen. Then right where the vertical plank is, the flooring breaks and in front of the horizontal V-groove the flooring planks are wider, cheaper, and possibly not fir, AND they stop at the opening to the main part of the kitchen.

I didn’t get a good picture of it at this stage, but the partially sanded floors also showed an outline of a wall dividing the main part of the kitchen from the lathe and plaster area of the back of the kitchen, stopping just short enough for a door opening. So here’s what I am now thinking: the house originally had a cold room and/or pantry attached to the main kitchen. The two big windows on the rear wall didn’t exist, but the room got light from the boarded up west window. The room was accessed on the right side of the main kitchen where the flooring continues into the space without interruption. Eventually the two waterlines and vent were added in there and the room was used as a laundry room in the mid-1900s. I have no idea how the space that now holds the master half bathroom and the main bathroom were utilized, but they may have been porch space that was converted to indoor bathrooms when those became typical indoors in the 1930s. I think the space in front of the current back door was exterior porch space the longest, and then eventually converted to indoor space. Though I don’t know why the exterior V-groove siding was used… perhaps it was a mudroom?

Ohhh the mysteries of old houses! What I wouldn’t give to have original plans! A hidden treasure trove in the walls would also be nice. But, to address this mess and what to do next was the current issue. Eventually after a couple weeks of looking at this I decided, the best course would be to demo all the siding and lathe and plaster and insulate this back wall. My parents came into town the last weekend of February and we did a big push of work in the kitchen. Within a quick half hour we had the remainder of the wall all knocked down to the studs.

The structure beneath was questionable without proper headers over the doors or window, but they’d been standing fine this long, so I ignored it and tried to forget about it and remembered that the whole house would probably fall down if the BIG earthquake hits anyways. Sometimes it works to be pessimistic?

I threw some insulation in the cavities and my mom and sister started hanging drywall and rough taping and mudding. It looked much better like this. Almost like a real house again.

Until you looked at the floors that is. The space in front of the back door and bathroom still looked HORENDOUS covered in tar and the drum sander wasn’t really picking it up. It was almost like the tar in these areas was too hard to be sanded. The floors looked black like this when I began working on the bathroom in November 2017 and stopped working on the floors.

Dust had covered the tar in the time since the vinyl flooring was removed and it just looked… greyer. My dad bought a $25 heat gun at Ace Hardware and worked on getting the last bits of tar off the floor. He spent about a full day’s time working on two main areas: in front of the bathroom door and in front of the basement door; as well as touching up beneath the toe kicks of the cabinets.

The heat gun died at least once, maybe twice and Ace replaced it since it was the same day of purchase! It was hard, gross, and tedious work, but he finished getting it up to the point where drum and hand sanders could do the rest!

That’s about as far as we got that weekend. My parents left and then it was time to really sand. Bronwyn and I started working after I got off in the evenings. We had a polisher from Erik (who provides me with all the tools I don’t even know exist until he brings them over) with 36 grit sandpaper and then the drum sander (my favorite tool ever!).

Bronwyn worked on the edges of the room with the polisher and 36 grit paper and I focused on the drum sander moving from 24 to 36 to 60 grit one evening after work. It was so satisfying working up from the lower to higher grits and seeing the true color of the floors come out more and more with each pass of the sander!

Mostly, I worked with the grain of the wood, but in tight spots like the mini-hallway to my bedroom, I could only run the drum sander against the grain. It left lines on the floor that we had to patiently smooth out with the polisher later when we moved into higher grits.

We spent ages sanding and we created SO MUCH DUST. Piles and piles on piles of saw dust. We were sweeping up ginormous piles of dusts in between sandpaper grits. Look at this one by Bronwyn’s feet! It’s almost as big as my cat Jacks!

The next day was a Saturday and we spent it filling all the wood scrapes and holes with filler and patching in new planks in two areas. There was a lot of woodfiller to be used! I bought a big box of that stuff that goes from pink to tan and we used EVERY LAST BIT.

The floors were never going to be perfect and I never expected that, but they are original to the house and I wanted to restore them the best I could. I knew that the tar had stained the wood in places and that it would always have dark patches and light patches, but it’s part of the story of the house, it’s character, and I was all about it.

The flooring was really rough by the backdoor where the wood transitioned from the fir planks in the main kitchen to god know’s what by the backdoor and then back to fir planks. Note on the lower right below that weird patch that I’d filled a ton of wood filler around. I think that’s where the wall separating the pantry / cold room and the kitchen was. It had been filled in with a series of 6″wide pieces of plywood which I found highly questionable and eventually decided to remove and patch properly with new fir boards.

Other spots were more fixable and I even used wood glue too to hold some bad areas together the wood was so effed up.

The whole space by the transition looked like a candy cane there was so many wood filler stripes. Here you can at least see that transition really easily though! Flooring clues to the past!

Another particularly rough area was over by the mini-hallway to my bedroom and the air intake vent. I used a ton of glue and filler here too. I think this area is so rough because there was originally a wall here and the master bedroom was originally entered through the dining room.

This was also when we learned Jacks had a thing for ductwork. He would crawl into any open vent and just walk through them like tunnels as we shut off the heat and tried to coax him out with treats and wet food!

Another rough area was all the edges near the bathroom. I’m not sure why these were so bad… Water damage? It wasn’t obviously apparent and it wasn’t anything a TON of wood filler wasn’t going to fix.

There were a lot of weird things going on in that corner actually. and I was grateful that the vertical V-groove paneling, baseboards, and quarterround I had planned would hide a lot of these questionable areas.

Other damages I had caused. There were definitely big gouges taken out of the floor when I was using a big floor scraper and trying to remove the layers of sheet vinyl. It was an unfortunate part of that task and one I wish I hadn’t resorted to, but, hey, more wood filler it was!

There were other planks that I gouged badly that I worried were actual damaged boards. See how discolored this one is? I figured it had rotted and needed complete replacement too… but eventually it all sanded out. Whoopee!

But wait, it’s not just filler and lucky sanding, there’s also legit patching to be done! The first spot was a small square by the end of the cabinets. You can see it below by the back wheels of the drum sander in this picture from when we first realized the drum sander would remove the tar. When we first got the tar off it looked like a concrete patch! How quirky! What was this originally?

Well by the time we got around to 60 grit sandpaper, it no longer had concrete on it, it was just a weird little patch job. I think the concrete was smoothed over it to bring the flooring level flush before they put in the first layer of sheet vinyl in the 40s. Why are you there patch job?! Were you an ash shoot to the basement? Or just… nothing but a patch? You can see the plywood patch here by the edge of the drum sander. This was before I decided to remove it when I was still trying to add would filler to ALL THE SPOTS!

I basically walked around my kitchen for hours bent over like this patching aaaallllllllllll the spots that needed it. FOR HOURS. It hurt. A lot. But back to the patch:

I popped out the patch and cut a couple of pieces of wood flooring to fit, before ripping off the tongue on one of the pieces with Erik’s table saw and dryfitting.

I nailed those pieces into the patch and then added a bunch of woodfiller around the whole thing.

Then I moved to the bigger patch job by the (maybe) former-doorway to the (maybe) former-pantry where all those small patches of plywood had been used to fill in the space left in the floor when the wall was removed. It looked bad and my attempt to just patch it hadn’t worked. So I got a hammer and chisel to get it out. Just look at all those little pieces! All slightly different lengths! WHY?!

It took, probably only twenty minutes to remove all those little pieces with the chisel, but it was still annoying to wonder why this had happened in the first place.

It was nice when they were gone. Now a professional would have probably feathered in the boards removing more from the (maybe) former-pantry and adding in long boards that stretched into the main part of the kitchen. But I didn’t do that, because a) that would have been way more work, b) I don’t want to be responsible to removing perfectly good floor boards and THEN HAVING TO PUT THEM BACK IN, and c) this patch helped explain the history of the house to me and I don’t believe in revisionist history, I wanted to have my new patch still tell the same story, just prettier.

I also wanted to finish patching the floor in under an hour. So there’s that.

The edges of the section I’d chiseled out were all off though since the planks had been so many different sizes! So I did need to fix that before installing my new pieces.

I grabbed my Milwaukee battery powered circular saw, set the depth to that of the hardwood floors (not so deep it would cut the wood subflooring!) and trimmed up some clean straight lines along the patch.

The new pieces were installed the same way, edges smothered in woodfiller. Have I mentioned how much woodfiller we used yet guys? SO MUCH WOOD FILLER! Even Jacks was all, “What’s up with this questionable amount of wood filler guys?”

But then he got over it and walked away without volunteering to help us at all. Little Bastard.

So that was an entire Saturday guys. Moving through 3 grits of sand paper and doing all the patching of the floors until it looked like this crazyness.

Then on Sunday after all the patches and glue were dry we were ready to sand again at our highest grit. But then we found more spots that needed patching! OF COURSE.

Finally finally, we patched everything that could be patched and sanded with the drum sander at 100 grit and did the polisher on the edges with 80 grit. Which took almost the whole morning. Then it was time to clean. Oh we swept, we vacuumed, we vacuumed again, and again.

After all the vacuuming, Bronwyn and I got on our hands and knees with wet rags and wiped the floors down. We started at the back of the kitchen working our way across to the main part and into the living room before washing our cloths and doing it all over again. Then it was finally, finally, FINALLY time to start sealing the floors.

We started with one coat of Minwax’s Sanding Sealer to seal the wood grain and provide a smooth surface for the poly coat we’d add on top.

I worked my way around the room in the same way we’d done the wiping of the floors, starting at the back of the kitchen by the bathroom and working my way into the living room.

I worked barefoot to avoid transfering anything from my shoes to the clean floors and we finished that first coat around noon.

Since it took three hours to dry and we were kicked out of our kitchen, both bathrooms, and our bedrooms, we opened a window and went to brunch!

It took longer than three hours to fully dry though. So that kinda sucked. We were delayed and it wasn’t our fault! We hung out for a while longer trying not to think about going to the bathroom. Finally, once the sealer was no longer tacky, we sanded everything with 220 grit sanding screens (like you’d use on drywall) and wiped the floors with wet cloths again. We were ready to put on the first coat of sealer!

I picked up a can of water-based poly finish from Minwax, because it has fewer fumes, and creates a less orangey finish. I wanted a lighter natural fir coat throughout the space, especially since I’d worked so hard to expose that natural wood! I pulled a satin finish for a less shiny look too. I hoped it would look similar to the wood in the Living Room and just be an easy transition. Spoiler alert: oil based would have actually created a more similar finish.

For the first coat of poly, I switched from the synthetic applicator pad I’d used with the wood sealer to a “fancy” lambswool one, but I found it left more bubbles than I’d gotten with the synthetic pad. (You can see my patched in wood planks here too by the paint tray!)

Applying the finishing Polyacrylic was a lot like mopping your floors, but with less dirty water. You start in one area and carefully wipe a liquid down and across the floors without letting it pool in any one area.

You could immediately tell the areas that had sealer vs those that had the first coat of Polyacrylic. Which was nice for working around the room and not missing any patches. It made the floors a bit darker which mean old oil stains like the one in the upper corner here, also got darker. I went with it.

When I was finished with the first coat things were looking really good! Bronwyn snapped this shot with her phone and we celebrated. But then we remembered we couldn’t leave the living room for another 3 hours while this coat dried…

I decided three hours was about the same amount of time as a movie, so I walked to the local theater, grabbed food for dinner, and watched Red Sparrow. When I got home it was the perfect time for Bronwyn and I to take quick showers, do another quick screen sanding of the floors, vacuum everything, wipe everything, and then seal one final coat.

I sent Bronwyn upstairs for bed and began the second coat, sealing myself into my room for the night. The next morning at 6am everything was dry and we did a quick sanding and wet wiping again, before putting on the third and final coat of sealer! Bronwyn stayed in the living room and by 7am I was in the car and on my way to work!

Despite the chaos of the rest of the room, the floors were looking SO GOOD!

I’d expected the slight stains and imperfections and loved them even more! It was a billion times better than where I’d started and I was ohhh soooo happy!

Sure the cabinets were half-sanded, and the walls need skim coating and painting, but this was a miracle! I’d restored these 110 year old floors out from under 2 layers of horrible horrible sheet vinyl and TAR based mastic! I’d done it! I’d refinished these terrible floors!

And there were so, so many doubts and frustrations, and hard days along the way. I’d be discouraged to do this project from the very start. I’d been told this was stupid, that I was silly to even try, that this project was a waste of time AND money by several people (older, white men at that!). I’d been told to put tile down over the old sheet vinyl or to just put another layer of sheet vinyl or linoleum on top. I didn’t want to do any of that, I wanted to restore my floors. And I did!

It was really hard, having people who you trust discourage you like that is really emotionally draining. I had so many things going on with these floors and with the whole house, I just didn’t have the time to listen to those comments or the energy to argue with those people. I had a mission and I just desperately wanted to give everything I could to save these floors. That doesn’t mean I didn’t have moments where I was ready to throw in the towel. Remember when I accidentally partially liquified my tar? I’m pretty sure I cried that day. But in the end I knew I could do it and I knew it was the best thing for the house, the right thing for the house. 110 year old original floors DESERVED this much work. They’d earned it.

I HATE sheet vinyl, I find it soooo difficult to keep clean. Hardwood floors were just a dream. Thankfully, there was one person who was the most knowledgeable person, who told me this was possible, and encouraged me on the worst days, to just keep trying different things until I got that stupid tar up: my contractor neighbor Erik. Thank god for him. I’d never have gotten from here: two layers of crumbling sheet vinyl…

…through this horrendous mess of tar….

… to fully restored wood floors with out my neighbor! I really should bring him some cookies or something else neighborly. BECAUSE THIS FLOOR IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED!!

The change felt so good! Being able to walk through my house barefoot for the very first time since moving in felt soooo good! Having a kitchen after 6 months without one felt SO GOOD! This project felt like the biggest of all accomplishments to date. Bigger than the bathroom renovation, which I know seems silly, but this project had so much more riding on it. I knew the bathroom renovation would work out, it was a gut reno, there were no questionable old elements, everything was brand new for the most part. This, this was restoration, this was SAVING 110 year old floors. And I did it myself! Well, myself with a lot of help, but still. There they are in all their glory: 110 year old original fir floors. Now just to finish the rest of that kitchen…

Have you ever SAVED floors before? Or liquified tar mastic? Or done a project everyone you knew told you not to do? How’d you get through it? Tell me in the comments below!